Never try to detox on your own, find yourself a program, or cut yourself down, first alcohol strength, then volume, but get down to where you do not feel any significant physical withdrawal on stopping. Trembling, hallucinations/confusion, excessive sweating, these are warnings of a potential seizure, which can be so very prolonged, potentially fatal due to withdrawal. These typically really kick in at about day 3, but can be earlier.

make sure you are taking your B vitamins.

Most importantly good luck

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And then I start to wonder, if I’m setting out kind of loose rules that normal people follow instinctively, do I already fall under the umbrella of “alcoholic?” I think no matter where you are on the spectrum, there’s always a worse and there’s always a better – so I’m striving toward the better and vaguely hoping.

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Your writing is beautiful, and I’d really love to see more of it. “It’s a potent facilitator, that feeling of being shimmery and translucent all the time, of not having witnesses. It’s easy to think whatever you want.” Chills — I’m there every damn day, but hadn’t found the words. Thank you for helping me recognize how the justification works.

Best of luck with sobriety. You’re already there, now you just have to stick with the boredom (that’s the toughest part for me, anyway… drinking and drugs kill the boredom, or at least make it tolerable). If it helps, know that there are others out there such as myself that are pulling for you. Keep us updated.

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Are you serious? Because that is so condescending. Sorry you have this disease and people in this community frequently joke about it but what you need to do is be more courteous of these people who can’t relate and are joking about it? What?

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your story.
See, I know what an alcoholic looks like. My mother was an alcoholic. She used to forget to pick me up from ballet lessons most weeks. I mean, I used to tell the other dancers she forgot even though I knew she was passed out in her armchair, smelling of bourbon. She was asleep every night by 7 PM. I made supper and did the laundry and cleaned the kitchen and made sure my sister did her homework. I was 9 years old the first time I made dinner for my whole family.
What I mean to say is, my mother was an alcoholic. I can’t be. I get where I need to go. I do what’s required of me. And right now I can’t afford food most days but I can afford beer, somehow. There are plenty of nights I don’t remember, mornings where I wake up cloudy. I have become an expert at apologizing. “I’m sorry you had to drive me home.” “I’m sorry I passed out on your kitchen floor.” “I’m really sorry I vomited on your laptop.”
I am 23 years old. When am I too old for my drinking habits? When do I outgrow the norm, the shots, the drinking until I feel like dancing? Because right now, right here, I am functioning. I could stop any time I wanted to.
I think?

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I’m a rather enthusiastic drinker. I appreciate a good beverage in good company, or with good food. But I am lucky it has never been a problem for me, and i can/do have regular alcohol free days/weeks/months. So I drank at A Camp too, and at the time i didn’t feel like alcohol was a big deal there. But reading the recaps made me think momentarily ‘what did i miss?’ and ‘maybe i should have drunk more’. That is, until i reminded myself those were stupid things to think.

I don’t know Aminela… sometimes i want to read about people who managed to put weed into wine, but i’m also aware that we need to change the way we talk about drinking culture. Its a hard one.

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